Think twice before you judge a parent.
Between the locked bookshelves were glass display cases. Each held something of rare and beautiful workmanship
- page 55 of City of Lost Souls
The danger of returning to childhood games.
Idris had been green and gold and russet in the autumn, when Clary had first been there. It had a stark grandeur in the winter: the mountains rose in the distance, capped white with snow, and the trees along the side of the road that led back to Alicante from the lake were stripped…
FUCK YOU LIONHEAD